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World's Impending End by Ocean Fishing
RECEIVED Mon., Aug. 20, 2012
Dear Editor,
It was pleasing to see that the talk at Brave New Books on the world's impending ending by ocean fishing was listed as such. Sad, though, that the accompanying musical genius/naturalist Bill Oliver wasn't. Alan Pogue served as videographer and Thom World Poet showed up to end the talk like a bolt of benevolent lightning.
I was calling the millions of tons of daily fish excrement "the magic elixir of life" – without it, the phytoplankton and blue algae that made 55% of our oxygen have died off, starting in 1985 in a totally unreported phenomenon called massive planktonic die-off. Two million large steel-hulled boats are about to put a quick and merciful end to the death-by-a-thousand-cuts that our Mother Nature is suffering.
The end of the world has a face. She's a large female, laden with millions of eggs, being pulled from the cold, heaving Sea of Okhotsk (what? You don't know your 50 seas?) along with 40 tons of others, to tip the balance and end photosynthesis' long reign of plants and animals on earth – substituting hydrogen sulfide for oxygen. No oxygen - no justice!
Bill Oliver said he'd do it again, so look forward to another attempt at dire warning made palatable by music and poetry. Imagine a species of spoiled-stupid beach monkeys committing global suicide by ocean fishing. The corporate fleets must be off the high seas and the oceans left to fully recover. After 12/21/12, the quick slide into an airless, lifeless world begins.
It was pleasing to see that the talk at Brave New Books on the world's impending ending by ocean fishing was listed as such. Sad, though, that the accompanying musical genius/naturalist Bill Oliver wasn't. Alan Pogue served as videographer and Thom World Poet showed up to end the talk like a bolt of benevolent lightning.
I was calling the millions of tons of daily fish excrement "the magic elixir of life" – without it, the phytoplankton and blue algae that made 55% of our oxygen have died off, starting in 1985 in a totally unreported phenomenon called massive planktonic die-off. Two million large steel-hulled boats are about to put a quick and merciful end to the death-by-a-thousand-cuts that our Mother Nature is suffering.
The end of the world has a face. She's a large female, laden with millions of eggs, being pulled from the cold, heaving Sea of Okhotsk (what? You don't know your 50 seas?) along with 40 tons of others, to tip the balance and end photosynthesis' long reign of plants and animals on earth – substituting hydrogen sulfide for oxygen. No oxygen - no justice!
Bill Oliver said he'd do it again, so look forward to another attempt at dire warning made palatable by music and poetry. Imagine a species of spoiled-stupid beach monkeys committing global suicide by ocean fishing. The corporate fleets must be off the high seas and the oceans left to fully recover. After 12/21/12, the quick slide into an airless, lifeless world begins.
Bob Schroeder
P.S. p.s. It would help matters if the fishing fleets all came to port along with the oil tankers. Take the oil off the tankers and pump it back into the ground. Fill the tankers with human "magic elixir" and spray it in a seawater emulsion over the Kuroshio, Gulf Stream, and other currents to kick-start the regrowth of the oceans' photosynthesis.